the pieces of my life

–All of my mom friends have e-mail. And at about 8 p.m., e-mail suddenly comes to life. All day long, I get one, maybe two e-mails. But once all those kiddies have been put to bed, suddenly I get six, eight, or ten e-mails at a time. –Doodles’s poops smell worse than other kids’ poops. [...]

He’s wearing me out. Simply wearing me out. So many new milestones. So few of them restful. –Playgroup at our house, Doodles, as usual, climbs the bottom rung of his high chair so he can latch the straps. One of the mothers says, “Is he allowed to do that?” “Oh, yeah,” I reassure. “He can’t [...]